Punching things
Fucked up wrist
Your fucked up kiss
Your fucked vision
The way the world
Should be had
Made, gathered, cultivated
Two separate pages
And three different books
She's giving me dirty looks
Guilty and stupid
I hand her a beer
And we pretend like nothing ever happened
We pretend like nothing ever happened
We pretend like nothing ever happened
Later it's as though
The fury pours out of ears
Soaks onto my shirt
And douses my torso aflame
And only when I'm finally under
Completely sedated, I realize
The stupidity of it all
So I call you
I call the other you
So I call you
I call the other you
And I cry and I yell
I cry and I yell
I cry and I yell
And I laugh and I laugh and I laugh
And I laugh and I laugh and I laugh
Ha, ha, ha
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